Line of Time

Bar Trip

As time went on Chase became cold and distant just like he had been when he younger. Losing his son had done this to him, he didn't see the point in being a nice person anymore. Tino had been the only thing that made him want to better himself and now that Tino was gone he had no reason anymore. He took up drinking and smoking again. His old habits came back out of stress and many took notice but none said a word. They knew Chase was hurting, they knew he could go off into a rage if they said anything about it, he was trying to hide it but in the end he showed it well. His clothes smelt of tobacco and his breath held the hanging smell of alcohol.

Gunnar on the other hand had tried to stay on the path that his mother had set him on... She had such high hopes that he would be a good boy with a good future. She wanted this for all her children, nothing more for them to be happy and healthy. But sometimes people can't be helped when it comes to the only thing they have ever known in life. Gunnar left at ease when he was free from the rules others had made for him. He liked living by his own rules with no one to boss him around. His place was with the gangs, he had purpose here and it wasn't like he had anything to offer his family. They blamed him for the deaths of their friend and mother. He wasn't the one to blame and he was going to make them see one way or another. He was going to make this city a safe place again. He was set on lifting the city from the ashes he had helped send it into. 

His face was hidden by a hooded jacket and baseball cap. As he walked down the darkened streets one night that's what he thought of. He would make this city like it was... This would help them see that he wasn't the bad person in this. He would fix the wrong that had been dealt and replace it with the best card he could come up with. Although he knew that this was easier said than done he would do his best. He had made a promise to make things better and he was determined to make it so. He had a cause and a fuel to keep him going. He had the skill set to gain power in the one place where he knew he could and would make a real change. The crime world was the real place to see results, he needed to go to the source and cut the cancer from there. He needed to keep the organizations in check if he wanted the order to return. Gunnar was working hard to do that. He was climbing the rungs of the crime ladder and at a good pace for someone his age. But he had more insight and intelligence where most others didn't. After all he had been raised by this, taught by the people who knew a lot and who were willing to help groom him to be one of them. Dallas and Frank had given him good skills and he had acquired some on his own due to Miss Cooper. Frank had taught him to he smart when it came to plans, business along with partners in the underworld. Dallas had showed him how to tough, not to show his age when it came to a rumble. He had shown him how to fire a gun, throw a good punch and weld a blade. Then with Miss Cooper finding him that day and bringing him into her home he learnt the skills to keep numbers. He had become quite good at it in grade school and then gotten better in high school. 

He remembered his reason to all this as he rounded a corner, realizing he had wandered into a familiar part of town. Memories flashed before him. The same corner that had seen the death of his friend. The flashes of fire, smoke and blood appeared before him. He found himself taken back a bit as he looked down at the sidewalk where a blood stain was still visible where he had held his friend in his fleeting moments of life. He held his pocket where he kept his wallet and calmed his breathing as he found the courage to walk past the painful memory. He looked down the street and then heard a commotion. The bar was getting loud again, it was the one that Frank and Chase liked to spend most of their now free time at. Chase still worked there as a bartender and he had regained his tough guy status. Gunnar slightly hoped that he wasn't working tonight as he was planing on paying Frank a friendly visit. 

But as he got closer he heard the yelling get louder, this wasn't new and he had expected it as he walked in. He found two men fighting as he walked in they tumbled out into the street, continuing their drunken dispute outside and out of everyone's hair.